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shapethecentury) wrote2024-07-23 03:40 pm
shapethecentury) wrote2024-07-23 03:40 pm
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Outside MCA #4, Tuesday Evening
Bucky was getting pretty okay about maneuvering his daily life with just the one arm, and yet situations could still very much catch him off-guard with how much easier they would've been to get through with two.
Like, say, right now: he had a six pack of generic beer in a bag that was hanging off the crook of his elbow, and he was balancing a family size pizza box with his hand. So far so good, he'd made it from town all the way to Jesse's door without dropping anything, or sending the pizza careening all around in its box.
Just, now that he was at Jesse's door, what was he supposed to knock or ring the door bell with? Without setting any of this crap down, that was.
"Jesse?"
He didn't have faith that calling for her through the door would work, but he was still gonna see if he got lucky. Less of a hassle if he did.
[ooc: For the lady with the two hands, natch.]
Like, say, right now: he had a six pack of generic beer in a bag that was hanging off the crook of his elbow, and he was balancing a family size pizza box with his hand. So far so good, he'd made it from town all the way to Jesse's door without dropping anything, or sending the pizza careening all around in its box.
Just, now that he was at Jesse's door, what was he supposed to knock or ring the door bell with? Without setting any of this crap down, that was.
"Jesse?"
He didn't have faith that calling for her through the door would work, but he was still gonna see if he got lucky. Less of a hassle if he did.
[ooc: For the lady with the two hands, natch.]
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No, taking on the theater in town had never been an accident.